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Pentheus watched in silence as the man continued to speak and explain himself, trying to determine if he believed his story. No one would dare lie about seeing the Oracle or fabricate a prophecy she had predicted; it would be far too disrespectful and might evoke the wrath of the Gods. He had to be telling the truth, which caused Pentheus to wonder what exactly was in store for their children.

The boy didn't flinch or pull away as his lover placed a hand against his stomach, although he did fidget a bit when he could feel the children squirming at their father's touch. If this stranger planned on being with him for the remainder of the pregnancy, he'd have to get used to such things. "You'll eventually have to inform me of whatever secrets you keep," he replied. "Seeing as that I'm the mother of your children, I would think that you owe me as much. 

"Until that time comes, however, I will still appreciate your presence nonetheless." He admitted, placing a hand over his lover's on his stomach. "I won't lie and say that it hasn't hurt me to be alone all these months, fending for myself while also fending for our children, but I am very much relieved to have some sort of help around here." Having a handsome, able-bodied man around would definitely be beneficial, to say the least. He'd be able to send his lover to the marketplace instead of forcing himself to waddle all the way there, get him to clean up around his home when his belly grew too big for him to do so himself, and above all else, have someone to keep him company.

"Could you at least tell me your name, seeing as that you already know mine?" He asked, offering his lover a faint smile. "I mean, I should know the name of the man that fathered my children, should I not?"